Clare London

Three men together. Diverse tastes ... one common love.<br><br>Richie Morton’s sunk all his hopes and savings into a new restaurant in South London promoting British ingredients and recipes. Yet on opening night, it all seems to be heading for disaster. Lost ingredients, manic chefs, no sign of the customers ... he’s in despair. And where are his best friends Craig and Ben, who’ve been helping him set up the new venture? The least they could offer is moral support.<br><br>When they do eventually step in, though, they offer support of a very different kind. They tell Richie some home truths -- that he pushes himself too much, and must learn to share and trust his life with others. With them, specifically. And then, when Richie’s still unconvinced, they decide to let actions speak for their love instead. They’ll help him relax and dish up a caring, sexy, and far more intimate menu.

Dish of the Day

“You’re strong, Richie,” came Craig’s throaty murmur of approval. There was an undercurrent of amusement—a thread of pure, mischievous pleasure. “That weedy student look you give everyone else? Underneath all that, I knew you were growing muscles. Lean, and strong. And very sexy.” His fingertips trailed over Richie’s flesh, then he drew away again.


Ben had also moved away. Richie felt the loss of his soft mouth most keenly. But Ben had just moved position. He now slid to his knees in front of Richie, and put his hands on Richie’s thighs, nudging his legs apart.


“Richie.” Ben’s voice was smooth in comparison to Craig’s gravelly tone. His voice was like a melody, rippling through the air around Richie’s strained nerves, as if stroking him. “I want a taste of you, Richie.” And Ben’s gentle hand cupped his swelling arousal.


Chapter 11